Who Would Listen? (Psychosis)

What colour would I describe my soul, blue or beige?

Not sure what stops me from getting incessant rage,

The way I found my way to Jesus was more than strange.

Nobody can really comprehend the things I've seen,

Never ask for attention, some demand a white beam.

Head kept under the radar is where I'd rather remain,

Psychosis will no longer have a firm and steady grip again.

I really feel for those who are stuck in the mental health system,

Those attacks come from outside the mind but who would listen?